Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em


Nero had been at Diosa all night, and finally about 5am, he’d sent Lyla a frenzied text. The girl they’d hired hadn’t been that bright to begin with and with Colette gone too, he needed a hand, trying to make sense of the books.  He knew that Jax and the guys were coming by to help, but Jax was on his last nerve of late. He needed someone who could help him.  He knew it was early but he asked if she could come by around 7 or 8, or so.  He’d been there and a part of the Asian takedown, but he’d never seen Jax like that. He was worried about him.

He settled on making some coffee, because he knew they’d need it and he had paced for a good while, trying to figure out the books